All Chapters of HER MAJESTY'S LIFE: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Lianne was still lying under the general when she heard a faint sound of a knock. She wanted to scream for help, but her attention came back to Cain when his hand cruised down to her legs and into her buttocks. She gasped in surprise when he adjusted her position, spreading her legs apart so that he could fondle her more. “Please don’t!” she shouted in distress, her eyes now wet with tears. If she could fight back, she would have, like the time when she hit him with the cigar ashtray, but her hands could not hold of anything solid this time. Surrounding them were only piles and piles of soft feather pillows, and the table beside her bed was barely a reach away where a figurine of an angel could have done the job. “You want me to stop but your body is responding to me, Lianne. Can’t you feel it?” Cain excitedly proclaimed as he felt the heat of her skin. Effortlessl

“They both disappeared just like that.” Lady Faye uttered to herself while sitting on a cushioned seat near the fireplace of the study room. Her hands were clasping on her lap, her back was pressed against the backrest, and her head was bent low, staring at the blue flames on the hearth. Lord Jared was standing near the window sill, his eyes fixed on the sunrise beyond the stretch of the north field. “I can’t believe it. To think that the stone really does hold power. No wonder the late King did great lengths to acquire it, ” he stated. “No wonder he forbade the princess to go outside the mansion, ” Lady Faye countered. “The blood coursing through her veins is actually the key.” “Tsk... the key to his insanity that is, ” Jared icily commented, then a moment of silence enveloped the room once again. “General C

Darkness crept in every corner as the midnight air surrounded Lianne’s bedroom. The silence was deafening, but it was suddenly broken by her frightening shout. “Nooo!” She sat on the bed, panting, beads of sweat ran all the way down her temple to her neck, and her eyes stared widely at the window. For almost a year now, she had finally dreamt it again. A man standing on top of a cliff as if waiting. His face covered by the shadow. The ocean waves were furiously splashing the cliff, but he was unaffected by the sight. His hair and coat were wet with the rain. Lianne was there, standing some distance behind him, but she was transparent. She didn’t have a solid body. When he turned to his back, it looked like he was looking at her, his eyes aglow, but it was dishearteningly sad. Then, his lips moved to shape a name - her name.&nbs

It took her time to be comfortable in the room. Even though she was exhausted from the trip, she wasn’t able to rest. Lying in the queen-sized bed, she felt as if she was going crazy with the dead silence. Even the wall clock in the room wasn’t even making a sound. In comparison with this room, the room in her apartment would probably be labeled a ‘commoner’ room certainly. The recurring color theme was white and gold. The curtains were damask and the shade of a lighter blue and with trimmings of silver. There were beautiful porcelain wares in a shelf located on the left side of her bed, next to a vanity mirror that was probably worth a million bucks. In line with it, there was a huge two-door walk-in closet and an elegant bathroom. To her right, she could see another Victorian-style single sofa chair with a cushioned footrest and across it, the French door that she had intentionally left ajar. The room was dim, with

POV: Lianne Dievin   It was the third day of our stay here at the Since Resort. Jen woke me up from her ever special alarm tone in my cellphone, saying that she will be with her newfound boyfriend, Roland, the entire day. Alona and Rachel had already informed us last night that they would go horseback riding today. So now, that leaves me on my own. The advantage of it now was that I can choose whatever activities I wanted to do this day. And speaking of activities, I decided to play Sherlock Homes. I went down to the customer information section and showed the male attendant the old rusted key I found at my doorstep. I was wondering if this was a duplicate of Madame Brenda’s key to the storage room. He did take a careful inspection of it and then informed me that it wasn’t the key to the storage room. It was actually a key to another room. He told me that it was